http://slow.writerscafe.org/bostonhousekitte The original writings of author boston house kitten en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151931 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 of all the particular thingsand memories it seemsall of which surround usand all us peculiar beingslost in power of dreamssome who shall betray usand all we've lost to warsome to come, some beforethats the worst about usall quantum physical strings,love and death it seems;all we are is stardust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/770284/ this is ...the beginning and end of every gesturetime is old, our love sequesteredinside all the broken partswith hearts on sleeves wage blood adventurestime is short yet we still venturelife not found on any chart.love not taken may be lost on beggarsall are takers, lovers, dwellerssquatting togeth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/770283/ up into the clouds we float and go    soft winged beasts unbowed here in plateau toft above whited tip, above wafted shore  heretofore lost, aloft docile flow.above shy city passing belowwe jaunt, we tumble in hawking show,banshee bombers in games of kiss and runcontralto-stratus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/756100/ I used to know someone who lived on Memory Lanebut I forget who now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748182/ the crack in my wall gets deeperbut the one in my soul is sweeterlike antifreeze for frozen heartsand green thumbs like to feel dirtbut its fingernails to be hurt9 inches deep but still apartand the african's drums are bleatingsuch tone and rhythm's fleetingbut to me its still an artand some one bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748175/ backwards is the long way home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748101/ icecreams r peoples too.....then we eat them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748100/ one foot in the dirtyour heart is in the gulfi want to try to save youbut i dont think its enoughwith one hand out the windowfeeling rain and lovei just want to save youbut i'm not sure i'm that toughcome step in my tornadoi'll blow down from abovewe'll fly the highest mountainthe one we call loveco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748096/ pillows like tea,soft and fragrantsatchels brewing on the bed allow usto drink in the night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748093/ just a little biteto start the funits not like you were ever anyonejust one graspwith nothing to grasp atits not a side effect.. just part of the funyou wont remember fallingits just straight downits a bit like dyinghappens to everyoneand the leaves wont grow now that you're gonethe wind wont blow w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748090/ bright bare morningsscraped awayleft to themselves to revel in graytouchdown in houstoni'm feeling aloneten days too longten days till doneif everythings like you left itif everythings the sameits only because i'm good at hiding the paintoo hot eveningsand the scent of you i've foundyou've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748089/  we can sail the worlds longest fountainsjump off trees on the world's highest mountainsa story never told is just lost not forgottenwe are all products of love and begotten http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748088/ bury me with youmy bones are old and greylike the earth they layeth withinbut my soul is thin and blueas the sky it flyith throughif life is long and gaylike songs we rest uponand love is young and truethen more than anyplacei'd rather be with you.if time is harsh and slowand none know where it begi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748085/ if i say all the things to youi always wanted toowill we come out thesame at the very end?but you love me tooits no substitute,but maybe gratitudeescapes usso what does that say about usif we're only learning to trustand what does that say about meif i'd rather be captured than freetwenty times.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748084/ i'm walking home with heavy feetmy cemented footsteps through the streetfollow them  .....   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748083/ safari onto the riverthe river gets along nowonto the riverthe river plays my songwater for evermy thirst is gone nowonto the riverthat plays my songout in the cityit wont be long nowout in the city theriver plays my songout in the citythe nights last so longout in the city the river plays my s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748082/ remember forever the unicorn legendfall is for victims of a warm september..and racer boys in catillon lace,with words of mystics,. . . . lost in space.and silent for moments..i charm you to stay.warm in my arms, in our winter place...as we remember forever...the unicorn legend and a warm septe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748080/ your like a soft kissbefore dying14 drops of sunlightis all i need to growif everything is enlightenedhow would i know?its bottom of the morningroots starting to showif  love was so simplewhere did everyone go?no man is an islandand no man is aloneand no one is freefrom this wilderness homei re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748079/ genocidal love songsunday morning slowly creeps alongit takes a moment to remember that your still goneit's a little like dyingnever knowing what went wrongand if they come in the middle of the nightwill you still be there?before i'm coldlove me while i'm still warmif we lose the fightwill you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748078/ i dont know just what it could meani'm faster but tiredbut mostly shorter than i shoulda been http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748077/ i feel profoundly for youbeneath the sun and morning dewdeep below my molten heartareas where none have charti can hear your thoughtsand feel you crybetter to feel in this lifebefore we dielost somewhere in the space between hearts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748076/ theres something wrong with georgeshe's foaming at the mouthbetter to get outlong ago we sold it allfor ten pounds of loveand broken promisesbreath me softly, thats the rush coming intouch me deeply, with all we've seenthis is all that you chosethis is letting gotrust our mothers for all we knowits .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748074/ remember your hero's the signs all readyes yes remembertoo soon we'll all be dead.broken vows and resting headsnever wake us like the deadnever make us want insteadso remember your heroescuz soon we'll all be dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748073/ your a heart attack in hot pantscoolesterol...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748072/ a poem about id http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748070/ love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748068/ girly philosophy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748065/ in the shadow of the flag they laysinging tunes of judgement daya sorry broken down lament" all our men are lost and weapons spent"and few have spent what all will pay broken bands and refugeesno one left to recompense" all our men are lost and weapons spent"in the deepest of shadows here i lay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748063/ she washed herself with vinegarto bleach away the stain.she washed herself with vinegar she washed away the pain.she washed away the lonelinesswashed till everythings the same.washed away the tearsand everyone to blame.she couched her self in viciousnessand vicious became her nam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bostonhousekitte/748062/